I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

This kind of discerning person saw that it was a fake calligraphy and painting, and Chen Baoguo didn't have the heart to talk to the stall owner, so he greeted Hu Muzhi.

"Muzhi, let's go."

"Master, wait." After Hu Muzhi replied, he looked at the stall owner and said, "The price is a bit expensive."

"Then give me a price." The stall owner said, and took the canned bottle beside him and drank the tea brewed in it.

"Ten yuan." Hu Muzhi said.

‘Pfft~~~’

A sip of tea is sprayed directly from the stall owner's mouth.

Fortunately, Hu Muzhi responded quickly and did not let the tea spray on his face.

"Cough...cough...Boss, there is no such thing as you bargaining, you slashed directly into my aorta with this knife."

Hu Muzhi smiled, glanced left and right, and after confirming that there was no one around, he lowered his voice and said, "If it's really Shen Zhou's original painting, ten thousand yuan is really not expensive, but this painting, the paper is too new, if I'm not mistaken , it should be a modern product under the woodblock watermark."

Woodblock watermarking, one of the traditional block printing methods in my country, integrates painting, engraving and printing, and displays the rhythm of brushstrokes and inks according to the principle of ink penetration. Dragon country calligraphy.

It is said that at that time, even Qi Shiraishi himself could not tell which was the printed matter and which was his own work when he was printed with a woodblock watermark.

From this, we can see how realistic the copy of the woodblock watermark is.

"This... this..., well, if you meet someone who understands, you can go."

After hearing Hu Muzhi's words, the stall owner immediately understood that his lip service just now was in vain.

Others have told the printing technology, this business is completely yellow.

"Although it is a modern product of woodblock watermark, I still like it. It's 20 yuan. I want this painting, how about it?" Hu Muzhi said, and took out 20 yuan from his pocket.

"Boss, you are kind." The stall owner took the money with a smile, rolled up the picture, put it in the box, and handed it to Hu Muzhi.

After Hu Muzhi left, the stall owner took a painting from the booth, opened it again, and placed it in the booth, this time it was Tang Yin's portrait of a lady.

Needless to say, these paintings are produced by an assembly line.

After walking far, Chen Baoguo educated Hu Muzhi.

"Muzhi, if we have money, we can't spend it indiscriminately. Twenty yuan is enough for a month's food for an ordinary family."

"Master, I understand." Hu Muzhi didn't want to continue to discuss this topic with Chen Baoguo, so he said differently: "By the way, master, what is the name of that cultural relic shop?"

"Guxuan Pavilion." Chen Baoguo replied.

. . . . . . .

Inside the Guxuan Pavilion.

When Zhang Shunshan entered the store, he saw a young man with a handsome face cleaning the dust on the counter with a feather duster in his twenties.

"Clerk, where are you shopkeepers?" Zhang Shunshan said to the young man.

Hearing the words, the young man stopped cleaning in his hands, looked at the three Zhang Shunshan, and asked, "Sell or ship?"

"We're not here to sell or ship." The young staff member stood up and pointed at Zhang Shunshan and explained, "This is the deputy director of the museum. I have something to do with your shopkeeper."

From the young staff's point of view, after hearing about Zhang Shunshan's identity, he would definitely be very polite.

However, what the young staff member never expected was that the attitude of the young man who was still peaceful in the first place had undergone a 180-degree change.

"Damn, who I thought was someone from the museum."

The young man said, then turned back and shouted to the inner room: "Sister, people from the museum are looking for you, they should be here to ask for safety."

Hearing the word Zhao'an, Zhang Shunshan frowned.

Isn't this scolding yourself around the corner?

After all, the word Zhao'an has some derogatory connotations in it, just think of the episodes in the Water Margin.

One of the two young staff couldn't help but said, "How did you talk? We are also from the museum anyway."

"What happened to the people in the museum? Isn't it still a pair of eyes and a nose?" the young man said with disdain.

For museums, young people do not have a shred of goodwill.

Because when his father was the director of the museum, he was charged with an unwarranted crime. Although he was finally vindicated, he always remembered it.

"you...."

"Okay, let's talk less." Zhang Shunshan stopped what the young staff wanted to say.

Although he didn't feel comfortable listening to the words of the young man in front of him, he still had to be a leader after all.

"Let them wait..."

A cold woman's voice came from the back room.

"Then wait..."

Zhang Shunshan patiently sat on the reception chair.

The wait is twenty minutes.

Not only the two young staff couldn't sit still, but even Zhang Shunshan's expression changed from being calm at first to frowning.

At this moment, the sound of high heels sounded.

The three Zhang Shunshan looked at the door of the inner room in unison.

Because they were sitting, the first thing the three saw was a pair of black high-heeled shoes and a slender calf.

Look up.

Black long dress, slender waist, delicate facial features, twenty-seven or eight-year-old appearance, with high heels, a height of one meter seventy-five.

This person is the shopkeeper of Gu Xuan Pavilion, Xia Yurou.

"Sure enough, she's a beauty."

The eyes of the two young clerks stared straight at once.

Even Zhang Shunshan, who had reached his fateful year, was amazed by Xia Yurou's appearance, but he quickly recovered, stood up from his seat, nodded slightly towards Xia Yurou and said, "Manager Xia."

"Just call me Xia Yurou." Xia Yurou said lukewarmly, and then sat across from Zhang Shunshan and the three of them.

"Let's call you Miss Xia." Zhang Shunshan said, "Miss Xia, have you received an invitation letter from the museum?"

"I received it." Xia Yurou nodded slightly.

"Then why didn't you reply?" Zhang Shunshan frowned.

Before Xia Yurou could answer, the young man took the lead and said, "Isn't it obvious? My sister has no interest in joining the museum."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Shunshan frowned even more, looked at Xia Yurou, and said without giving up: "Miss Xia, now is the time when the museum needs talents the most, and you are quite skilled in appraisal, I promise, As long as you enter the museum, in addition to immediately becoming a regular, I can give you the position of deputy head of the painting and calligraphy appraisal team."

"President Zhang, my brother made it very clear just now that I have no interest in joining the museum." Xia Yurou said indifferently.

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